Asking about longevity

At the ugly hour of the next day, in the altar of corpses where coffins were scattered, Lu Chengyun came to draw the formation again.

Mo Hua hid behind the altar and watched him secretly.

Lu Chengyun, as usual, opened the coffin, took out the pen, poured out the blood ink, and dipped it in blood to draw a pattern, but as soon as he started writing, he frowned.

He stared at the formation for a long time, frowning more and more, and finally murmured:

"wrong……"

"wrong……"

"There's something wrong with this formation..."

Mo Hua felt a little chilled in his heart.

Sure enough, it was discovered.

Lu Chengyun was still puzzled:

"Who changed my formation?"

"Who has the ability to change the formation I drew?"

"Who else could, under my nose, sneak into the corpse mine, sneak into the altar, open the bronze coffin, and change the first-grade and twelve-line evil spirit pivot array that I drew?"

Lu Chengyun's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Suddenly he was startled:

"Is there someone in this altar?"

He quickly released his consciousness and glanced around.

Mo Hua shrank his little head and concealed his breath.

Lu Chengyun's consciousness swept over the formation, the coffin, the altar, and then over his body, but found nothing.

Lu Chengyun glanced back and forth several times and finally felt relieved.

"Am I being paranoid..."

Lu Chengyun frowned and murmured.

This kind of thing is a bit unbelievable...

If he could really do it, his cultivation level must be extremely profound and his methods unfathomable.

If these senior monks want to deal with themselves, there is no need to use such sneaky tricks. If they attack head on, they will not be able to resist...

"Array... ink painting?"

Lu Chengyun suddenly thought of ink painting.

In the entire corpse mine, only Mo Hua was second only to him in terms of formation strength.

Could it be that Mo Hua changed his Lingshu Evil Formation?

"No, he doesn't have the strength."

Lu Chengyun said flatly.

The first-grade twelve-line Lingshu Formation requires twelve lines to build the foundation of spiritual consciousness.

Although Mo Hua, a young monk, has strong spiritual consciousness, he is refining Qi after all. He can only reach ten lines in the sky, maybe less than ten lines.

Divine consciousness is the foundation of the formation master.

If his spiritual consciousness is less than twelve lines, he will definitely not be able to draw the Spiritual Pivot Formation without using evil techniques or borrowing other spiritual consciousness.

And this little monk has a pure aura and is flawless.

He must have never practiced evil arts or drawn evil formations.

What's more, it's impossible for him to learn the Lingshu Formation.

This is the ultimate formation of the first grade and twelve lines, which is beyond the first grade. I have studied it for nearly a hundred years, and I have to use evil techniques to lower the threshold before I can draw the formation.

This kid doesn't even have a formation diagram, how can he learn it or draw it?

As for the formation pattern, he has seen it before...

But in total, I only glanced at the formation diagram. When I had nothing to do, I watched myself draw the formation in bits and pieces.

Wouldn't it be a fantasy to be able to learn this?

No matter how talented you are, you are not such a high-level magician...

If he could learn it after just a few glances like this, wouldn't he have learned all the formation techniques he had learned over the years?

Lu Chengyun shook his head.

"It can't be him..."

If it's not Mo Hua, then there's only one person...

"Zhang Quan!"

Lu Chengyun's eyes gradually became sharper.

He looked at the formation on the bronze coffin again, and his thoughts moved slightly.

In this formation, the aura has changed and the evil spirit has faded.

But the formation patterns haven't changed.

This shows that it is probably not that the formation has changed, but that someone has used other means to reduce their control over the Corpse King, so the effectiveness of the formation has weakened, and the evil power has also weakened...

This is the method of refining corpses!

Of all the corpse cultivators in the entire corpse mine, the one who is most proficient in corpse refining is naturally Zhang Quan.

Even this bronze coffin was originally handed down from the ancestors of the Zhang family.

Zhang Quan knows better than himself, and it seems reasonable that he can carry him behind his back and use his hands and feet.

"Zhang Quan..."

Lu Chengyun's eyes were slightly cold and he muttered silently.

He knew that Zhang Quan had second thoughts.

Moreover, the two have very different ideas about how to use the Corpse King.

Zhang Quan's vision is not high and his structure is not big. Like ordinary corpse cultivators, he only knows how to refine corpses and kill people, kill people and refine corpses. He only thinks about establishing a demon sect and "glorifying the ancestors", and cannot see through the nature of this world.

Originally, Lu Chengyun didn't care.

After all, the Zhang family's corpse refining method is still of great use to him.

However, if Zhang Quan dared to take advantage of the corpse king and ruined his own plans, then it would be no wonder that he was...

Lu Chengyun's smile became sinister.

The ink painting behind the altar heard Lu Chengyun say that he had "no strength", and then heard him read the name "Zhang Quan", and he also smiled like a little fox.

But Lu Chengyun is obviously still worried...

The next day, he asked Mo Hua to adjust the formation of the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation. At the same time, he opened the bronze coffin and began to draw the formation.

As usual, the ink painting secretly peeked into the bronze coffin.

His eyes were full of curiosity and confusion.

There is no other difference.

Lu Chengyun frowned and asked, "Sir, what do you think of this formation?"

Mo Hua nodded and said: "Very profound!"

"Can you understand?"

Mo Hua murmured: "I can understand...a little bit."

But when he said this, he obviously felt guilty.

He probably doesn't understand anything, but he's proud of himself, so he tries to be eloquent.

Lu Chengyun thought to himself.

Then Mo Hua seemed to remember something and said innocently:

"By the way, Master Lu, you said you would teach me this formation after the formation eyes are finished. Can you teach me now?"

Mo Hua looked at Lu Chengyun with clear eyes.

Lu Chengyun looked slightly startled.

Mo Hua's look is too innocent...

If you are so innocent that just doubting him, you will feel guilty in your heart.

"This silly kid really thinks that I can teach him formations?"

Lu Chengyun sighed in his heart, and then said gently:

"You can't learn it now. Let's wait until your consciousness becomes stronger..."

"oh."

Mo Hua was a little disappointed and left disappointed, but occasionally he would look over with a lingering look.

When Lu Chengyun saw this, his doubts disappeared and he said with determination:

"It must be Zhang Quan!"

The person who tampered with the bronze coffin must be Zhang Quan!

Although the little monk Mo Hua is a bit smart, his eyes are clear and the city is not deep, so he cannot play too many tricks.

The only person who can play tricks on him is Zhang Quan!

Lu Chengyun's eyes were sharp and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Where he didn't notice, Mo Hua's back was facing him, his back looked a little disappointed, but his little face was snickering...

…

For the next few days, Lu Chengyun remained calm on the surface, but there was a faint coldness in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan had something in his mind but didn't notice it.

But these were all seen by Mo Hua, who looked innocent.

…

Late one night, at Yin hour.

In the empty and dead altar of corpses.

The mural rippled open, revealing the door, and Zhang Quan tiptoed in.

He looked around to make sure there was no one in the altar, then opened the bronze coffin, cut his hands with a knife, fed the corpse with blood, walked backwards, chanted incantations, and rang the bell to call the corpse...

He has been using this set of curses to control corpses for several days.

In the bronze coffin, the heartbeat of the Corpse King was even more powerful, containing the power that would make the corpses fear and surrender.

After the spell was cast, Zhang Quan's face turned pale and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

The further this set of techniques goes, the more blood is required, and the more difficult the sacrifice becomes.

But if you can control the Corpse King, everything will be worth it.

Zhang Quan closed the coffin lid, sneered, and left the altar...

The gloomy altar returned to deathly silence.

After a moment, a figure slowly walked out from behind the altar, dressed in rich clothes and with a gloomy face.

It was Lu Chengyun.

He glanced at the mural, then walked to the bronze coffin, unsealed the coffin lid, and looked at the formation on the bronze coffin.

The effectiveness of the formation has indeed become weaker.

At the same time, the zombie's heartbeat became stronger.

Lu Chengyun's eyes were cold, and he silently took out the bone pen, dipped it in human blood, and strengthened the formation again, suppressing the effectiveness of the corpse-controlling bell.

After the painting is completed, the coffin is resealed.

Lu Chengyun also sneered and left the altar.

The altar returned to deathly silence.

After Lu Chengyun left, in less than a cup of tea, another little head poked out from the altar.

The mantis stalks the cicada, followed by the oriole.

The ink painting is the little oriole.

Lu Chengyun hid behind the altar and looked at Zhang Quan, while he hid on the stone beam above Lu Chengyun's head and looked at the two of them.

Now Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun are gone.

Mo Hua's eyes brightened, and he jumped down from the altar. Then he came to the bronze coffin, used his homemade coffin nails to unseal the formation, opened the bronze coffin, and called the little zombie to push open the coffin lid for him.

Under the coffin lid is the coffin.

On top of the coffin, there was a formation that Lu Chengyun had just reinforced.

Mo Hua took out his pen and ink and continued to overwrite his own formation on Lu Chengyun's Lingshu Evil Formation...

Zhang Quan made corpses.

Lu Chengyun draws the formation.

Ink painting over painting formation method.

This scene takes turns in this altar.

Until more than half a month later, the Corpse King is about to be finished and his coffin will be opened...

After receiving the message from Mo Hua, for more than half a month, the undercurrent in Nanyue City has been surging, and there is also the anxiety and solemnity of the impending rain...

Xiaohuang state boundary.

It looks like a clear sky and a bright day, but a heavy rain is coming in a blink of an eye.